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And mar the seeds within —Lift up thy looks :-
Cam. Be advis’d.
Flo. I am ; and by my fancy:" if my reason Will thereto be obedient, I have reason; If not, my senses, better pleas'd with madness, Do bid it welcome.
Cam. This is desperate, sir.
Flo. So call it: but it does fulfil my vow ;
Cam. O, my lord,
Flo. Hark, Perdita.- [Takes her aside. I’ll hear you by and by. [To CAMILLo.
Cam. He’s irremovable,
Flo. Now, good Camillo,
 It must be remembered that fancy in our author very often, as in this place, means love. JOHNSON.
. I leave out ceremony. [Going. Cam. Sir, I think, You have heard of my poor services, i' th' love That I have borne your father ? Flo. Very nobly Have you deserv'd : it is my father's music . To speak your deeds; not little of his care To have them recompens’d as thought on. Cam. Well, my lord, If you may please to think I lov'd the king; And, through him, what is nearest to him, which is Your gracious self; embrace but my direction, (If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration,) on mine honour I’ll point you where you shall have such receiving As shall become your highness; where you may Enjoy your mistress; (from the whom, I see, There's no disjunction to be made, but by, As heavens forefend your ruin :) marry her; And (with my best endeavours, in your absence,) Your discontenting father strive to qualify, And bring him up to liking. Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man, And, after that, trust to thee. Cam. Have you thought on A place whereto you'll go? Flo. Not any yet: But as th’ unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do; so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. Cam. Then list to me: This follows, if you will not change your purpose, But undergo this flight;-make for Sicilia; And there present yourself, and your fair princess, For so, I see, she must be,) 'fore Leontes; She shall be habited, as it becomes The partner of your bed. Methinks, I see Leontes, opening his free arms, and weeping His welcomes forth: asks thee, the son, forgiveness, As 'twere i' th' father's person: kisses the hands Of your fresh princess : o'er and o'er divides him
*Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
Flo. Worthy Camillo,
Cam. Sent by the king your father
Flo. I am bound to you :
Cam. A course more promising
Per. One of these is true :
Cam. Yea, say you so
Flo. My good Camillo,
Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity
Per. Your pardon, sir, for this;
Flo. My prettiest Perdita.—
Preserver of my father, now of me; The medicin of our house !—how shall we do? We are not furnish’d like Bohemia's son; Nor shall appear in Sicily— Cam. My lord, Fear none of this ; I think, you know, my fortunes Do all lie there : it shall be so my care To have you royally appointed, as if The scene you play, were mine. For instance, sir, That you may know you shall not want, one word. [They talk aside. Enter Autolycus. JAut. Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a riband, glass, pomander,” brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who should buy first; as if my trinkets had been hallowed," and brought a benediction to the buyer : by which means, I saw whose purse was best in picture ; and, what I saw, to my good use, I remembered. My clown (who wants but something to be a reasonable man,) grew so in love with the wenches' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes, till he had both tune and words; which so drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other senses stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it was senseless; ’twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains : no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song, and admiring the nothing of it. So that, in this time of lethargy, I picked and cut most of their festival purses : and had not the old man come in with a whoobub against his daughter and the king's son, and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army. -- [CAM. Flor, and PER. come forward. Cam. Nay, but my letters by this means being there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt. Flo. And those that you’ll procure from king Leontes”Cam. Shall satisfy your father. Per. Happy be you!
 A pomander was a little ball made of perfumes, and worn in the pocket or " about the neck, to prevent infection in times of plague. GREY.
 This alludes to beads often sold by the Romanists, as made particularly effica crous by the touch of some relic, J9HNSON.
All, that you speak, shews fair. Cam. Who have we here 7 [Seeing AutoLycus. —We'll make an instrument of this ; omit Nothing may give us aid. • .Aut. If they have overheard me now, why, hanging. [Aside. Cam. How now, good fellow 2 why shakest thou so Fear not, man; here’s no harm intended to thee. .slut. I am a poor fellow, sir. Cam. Why, be so still ; here's nobody will steal that from thee; yet for the outside of thy poverty, we must make an exchange ; therefore, discase thee instantly, thou must think, there's necessity in't, and change garments with this gentleman : Though the pennyworth, on his side, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot.” ..out. I am a poor fellow, sir:—I know ye well enough. [Aside. Cam. Nay, pr’ythee, despatch : the gentleman is half flayed already. .slut. Are you in earnest, sir?—I smell the trick of it.— [..?side, Flo. Despatch, I pr’ythee. Jłut. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with conscience take it. Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle. - [Flo. and AUT. exchange garments. —Fortunate mistress, let my prophecy Come home to you!—you must retire yourself Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat, And pluck it o'er your brows; muffle your face; Dismantle you; and, as you can, disliken The truth of your own seeming; that you may, (For I do fear eyes over you,) to ship-boar' Get undescried. Per. I see, the play so lies, That I must bear a part. Cam. No remedy— - * Have you done there 2 Flo. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me son. Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat:— * * Come, lady, come.—Farewell, my friend.
‘7) i.e. something over and above, or, as we now say, something to boot. JoHN,